Leng Qingqian bit her lip lightly behind him. This bastard is indeed as rumored, a complete philanderer who forgets himself at the sight of beautiful women; just the night before last, he told her her hands were the most beautiful.
"Friends from Huaxia, you've come at just the right time. I happen to have a tricky patient here that even I'm at a loss with," Dong Yin suddenly said.
"Oh? What kind of illness is it that even a beautiful lady like you can't cure?"
"Follow me."
After everyone settled their luggage, they were led by Dong Yin to a ward. The patient was not lying on the bed but was seated gracefully on a stool, hands gently clasped and resting elegantly on her waist. Apart from that, there were two other Doctor Dongyins in the ward.
On the surface, there seemed to be no symptoms at all, but when Wang Dadong opened [the door], he was shocked.
"Meishu, these are friends from Huaxia; they are here to treat you."
